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09-25-2016, 06:22 PM
Zyanya
The soft nuzzle upon her maw is accepted with something short of amazement. The forward, easily offered kindness of the mare in her company filling her with joy. Many here within the Aurora Basin seemed keen to extend friendship, without much question or thought, which comforted Zyanya in the depths of her self-doubt and loneliness. The absence of her family still left a void in her soul, something she could not be certain would ever disappear entirely. Still, like raindrops in a summer rain, the smiles, the laughs, the warm gestures of acceptance filled the chasm, maybe one day to overflow and be forgotten entirely.
The pale colors mare withdraws further into the water, feeling the intensity of such close interaction to be odd. Much of her time here had been spent traveling the overworld alone, learning of Helovia's beauty and mysteries through firsthand experiences and the tales of a few kind souls. There had been few who had gotten close enough to touch the tiny doll. The reminder of soft, physical touches and the emotional warmth made her stagger back, uncertain how to react normally.
The smile does not waver, though, lest Tiamat assume she was not actually welcomed near the girl amid the rolling waves of the hot springs. Quietly, the pale maiden nods along with the blue mare as she speaks of their shared home, a reverent tone of love apparent in every syllable. It is soothing to know that the love for this land could be found in the hearts of many. "That is a relief," Zyanya says honestly, imagining the crackling of warm fires against the white of the mountain peaks. Winter had been one of her least favorite seasons in her old home, for the valleys lost the lush green foliage and flora she adored. Iktan had always enjoyed snow, however, but without him, the season would seem to be missing something.
Perhaps the Aurora Basin and those within could make up for the dire loss.
"Not very long," she admits shyly, her voice small and delicate, hardly more than a whisper among the steam rising into the air. "I am still getting settled, you could say; I haven't even chosen a job, as Rexanna put it."
""
The pale colors mare withdraws further into the water, feeling the intensity of such close interaction to be odd. Much of her time here had been spent traveling the overworld alone, learning of Helovia's beauty and mysteries through firsthand experiences and the tales of a few kind souls. There had been few who had gotten close enough to touch the tiny doll. The reminder of soft, physical touches and the emotional warmth made her stagger back, uncertain how to react normally.
The smile does not waver, though, lest Tiamat assume she was not actually welcomed near the girl amid the rolling waves of the hot springs. Quietly, the pale maiden nods along with the blue mare as she speaks of their shared home, a reverent tone of love apparent in every syllable. It is soothing to know that the love for this land could be found in the hearts of many. "That is a relief," Zyanya says honestly, imagining the crackling of warm fires against the white of the mountain peaks. Winter had been one of her least favorite seasons in her old home, for the valleys lost the lush green foliage and flora she adored. Iktan had always enjoyed snow, however, but without him, the season would seem to be missing something.
Perhaps the Aurora Basin and those within could make up for the dire loss.
"Not very long," she admits shyly, her voice small and delicate, hardly more than a whisper among the steam rising into the air. "I am still getting settled, you could say; I haven't even chosen a job, as Rexanna put it."
""
YOU ARE THE BLUEST LIGHT.
@Tiamat
even if you're lost you can't lose the love because
it's in your heart
Magic & Force allowed, barring permanent changes or death.
